CHAPTER ONE Quentin College was a place that I had taken a fancy to when I was studying for my doctorate at University and was very pleased when I received a letter asking me to attend an interview. I was one of twenty there that day and I progressed into the next interview of ten and finally for a third visit of just three of us for a position in such a pr...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
~Aiden~ "Bloody hell!" "Yes, I agree." Seven out of nine Montgomerys were in my study. I was seated on my leather chair, my head on my desk. The last time I'd spoken was about ten minutes ago. As far as I could tell without actually lifting my head, the other six were having a hard time sitting still. They moved about as much as they talked. "What just h...
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THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES – PART 3 PATRICK'S SCHOOL FORTUNES SOAR – BEATING AND SEX GALORE. A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 We left Patrick Ingram-Lewis at the end of his penultimate year at Rigby School, where he had been, much to his surprise, elevated to the level of Senior Prefect. He had revelled in his new role; after a timid...
Author's Note - This chapter is a direct continuation of New Life Ch. 05. If you haven't read it, please go back and give it a quick read. If you're all caught up, have at it. Thanks for reading, voting, and comment. ***** The sound of lawnmowers woke me the next morning, still fully dressed. My shoes were off, and nowhere to be seen. A blanket had been pl...
My gratitude and a heartfelt "Thanks" to Bhart1, for his constant encouragement and editing my first voyage. Chapter 1 "You have 10 minutes to pack your stuff. If you choose to be gay then you are no son of mine and will be forever banished from this house!" Those words from my father replayed over and over in my head as I walked down the road with no se...
[Note: In the world of espionage a "velvet interrogation" is one in which the subject doesn't know it's an interrogation at all.] Chapter One: Chet "I think the camps possibly seemed worse than they really were because I was in a cushy environment one day and then in the camps and then back to a cushy environment. I suppose for those in the camps it wasn't...
Author's notes: I know that this will act as a bit of a 'spoiler', but I do need to make a brief warning about this chapter. It deals with binge drinking and self-mutilation and it's quite angsty. I'm hitting on some painful subjects and I would not want to make anybody relive past experiences or be offended or hurt by the content of this story. You have bee...
I has been a while, and since I have gotten unbelievably busy I decided to write something longer and more contained (I hope), I hope you enjoy! And thank you to the wonderful Keket Gipsy for helping me :) ~~ Ian knelt on the bathroom floor. This was not how he had first imagined his first sexual experience. But what he really didn't expect was the slap ag...